about time.

Hello.  I quietly relocated.

Please find me at yukiagogo.com.

hello.

I seem to have fallen off the face of the Earth. I've no apologies, but I do have an explanation: I am sick. And when I'm sick, I get rather whiny (as the Plurk account to the right could probably tell you), and when I'm whiny, I'm not pleasant. And I don't want to be unpleasant.

My Mum & I sorted out our closets the other day. All but two are done now. (I know it sounds like we've got a whole bunch. We do, but they're small.) The last two have been postponed until the time I feel a wee bit better.

I've discovered lots of clothes I nearly forgot about. I bought them all during what I always refer to as 'transition periods', whether it means actual physical relocation or yet another one of my little existential crises is not important. I really want to wear them all again.

Maybe one of those days I'll start a style/ outfit blog.

Right now I'd better be off. I keep making typos in every other word.

sewing class, a few months back.

I took a sewing class a couple of months back. Due to unfortunate management, it had to be cancelled, so I never finished my course. As a result I have an unfinished classic black skirt, some basic skills that need much polishing, and a stack of books & magazines with stitches & patterns I hope to try one day.

Oh, and extra 1.5 meters of black fabric.

And pictures.

Ever since I first took the ladder to the 11th floor (I'm elevator-phobic, and refuse to use them in most cases, especially when alone), I realised that if I ever decide to have a photoshoot of sorts with an apocalyptic type of setting, then this building is where I'll end up having it.

Take bathroom, for example.

(Excuse the happy face, I was hungry and headache-y. And hot. Not to mention that the place didn't smell like a bed of roses.)

Uber-sturdy door locks. Good for a zombie attack, I suppose. Though doors weren't as sturdy.

I regret not taking pictures of the staircase. They were even more dystopian. I've entertained the idea of going back there just to take pictures of them, but I don't think the unkind ladies on reception will take favourably to the idea.




The windows were all scratched and dusty, but I had to picture the sunset anyway. Always the one for melodramatic settings, I am.

recollection.

It seems like I'm not going to uni at all this week. First I was plagued by some cold/ flu/ whatever. Today I finally decided that it was time to go anyway, only to be kept down by excruciating stomach pains. I'm not exaggerating. It hurt so bad, and it still does.

I'll live.

There are so many things I wish I had blogged about earlier, but didn't. And now it seems a bit dated to write about these things. Though knowing me I probably will anyway.

jolie.

I've rescued this little bugger from a tree in the wee hours of the morning back in June. She woke me up, I couldn't help it. :P My Mum named her Jolie. Proved to be fitting.

Now, three months later she's all grown and fancies herself the master of the house. Well, together with other cats, I suppose.

The good thing, she's friends with all cats in the house. I hope this keeps up, as there's already some tension going on between other members of the cat family. I don't want more fur flying around.

It's very hard to catch her sitting still. Up to this day I haven't got a 'cat yearbook'-style portrait of her. She's a swirl. She's everywhere. I even have to kick her out of my room during the night so I could sleep.

autumn showers bring...

(If they look like they belong on one foot (right), that's because they do. Belong on one foot, that is. Mum was mistakenly sold a bizarrely matched pair.)

Autumn is here, and it's wonderful. After crazy summer heat all this rain & grey sky & wind works wonders. I love this kind of weather, both for walking and sitting at home.

I haven't been feeling well, though. All these public transportation rides helped me catch some virus, so I basically feel like death warmed over, and am not going to class tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be intact by Wednesday, as it won't do to skip that much, at least this early in the game.

After a strange three weeks break I finally wrote in my paper journal today. It felt nice. It's my fourth journal this year.

ah, fashion.

I've read about the Gothic Fashion Exhibition in the latest Elle Russia -- and instantly regretted ever even knowing that such a thing is taking a place somewhere.  I'm now overwhelmed by jealousy of everyone who's going to attend it.

And now I keep stumbling upon it online everywhere, and it makes me sad.  Weep.